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Rule 342,941 I like to follow:Don't have sexy time on a plane.
But that obviously went right out the window.
I grip onto both of Grey's large hands and he already knows what's about to happen so he turns toward me and he closes his eyes.
"Dear heavenly father, we are so terribly sorry for doing what we just did. I'm ashamed to say I'm a part of the mile-high club, forgive me. And father forgive Grey because he's just a chronic rule-breaker. Also forgive him for dragging me into-"
Grey interrupts me duringprayer.
"Excuse me father, forgive Azalea and help her understand that she knew what we were doing after a certain point and she could've stopped it at any time."
If he curses, we're going to have to start this prayer all over and make it longer by having to apologize for that to.
"And yes, forgive us for all the times we did things we probably shouldn't have in places where it's probably not appropriate but that's love for you," he continues and a little smile reaches my lips at the last part. He gives my hand a little squeeze which means I can continue.
"Father, we'll try to behave better. More like heavenly children. Please help this plane land safely, in the Jesus name, amen," I end and Grey and I both lean down and kiss each other's hands once.
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We got off the plane pretty late. We got to the house we're staying at really late and it was so late that no one explored. It was late and we all went straight to bed. Especially me. I was basically a zombie and Grey was making fun of me but whatever.
I can't even remember anything about the house. I think I slept walked into a random room and from there it was just claimed to be mine and Greys.
I raise my head from the pillow groggily. I look around the room and it's completely pitch black. Is it still dark outside or is there just no windows?
Oh gosh, what if I sleep-walked into some random closet and just brought a pillow with me?
Grey's not even on me. Oh Lord.
Why am I totally bunched up in all the covers? Am I even in Montana?
My eyes adjust to the darkness and I just barely see the outline of the window and the outside world. It's just still dark outside.
I reach over gently and I search the other side of the bed for any sign of Grey. I softly poke a foreign part of the body.
Oh help me, what if this isn't even Grey?
I lay my hand flat and I identify the part I'm touching as the back of someone. The person lays on his side. Grey doesn't even sleep on his side. He sleeps on his stomach or on top of me.
I swear if this is someone else I'm going to have a fit.
I reach around to the person's stomach. It is definitely not Grey. This guy is too skinny. I shoot out of the bed. Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh. Is sleeping in the same bed as someone cheating?
I just felt up a random person?!
I crawl on my hands and knees, feeling around for a door or anything. I find a door and feel my way up to the handle. I open it and a sliver of light comes from the clock on the stove in a kitchen. I stand up and close the door softly behind me.
I hold my head in my hands feeling horrible. Who even was that?!
I rush all the way into the kitchen and turn on the light over the oven just to give me some light. I immediately go to thecoffee maker and begin on some coffee to distract myself. Where is Grey and I's room? Am I even in the right house?
It's seven in the morning.
But already nine in Tennessee.
I let the coffee finish and then I make a cup for Grey. Maybe giving him coffee will make me feel better aboutsleeping with someone else.
That is the worst sentence in the world.
